God

Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lord: consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate mee, thou that liftest me vp from the gates of death,

That I may shewe all thy praises within the gates of the daughter of Zion, and reioyce in thy saluation.

The Lord is knowen by executing iudgement: the wicked is snared in the worke of his owne handes. Higgaion. Selah.

The wicked shall turne into hell, and all nations that forget God.

Vp Lord: let not man preuaile: let the heathen be iudged in thy sight.

Put them in feare, O Lord, that the heathen may knowe that they are but men. Selah.

Why standest thou farre off, O Lord, and hidest thee in due time, euen in affliction?

For the wicked hath made boast of his owne heartes desire, and the couetous blesseth himselfe: he contemneth the Lord.

The wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God.

His wayes alway prosper: thy iudgements are hie aboue his sight: therefore defieth he all his enemies.

He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten, he hideth away his face, and will neuer see.

Arise, O Lord God: lift vp thine hande: forget not the poore.

Wherefore doeth the wicked contemne God? he saith in his heart, Thou wilt not regard.

Yet thou hast seene it: for thou beholdest mischiefe and wrong, that thou mayest take it into thine handes: the poore committeth himselfe vnto thee: for thou art the helper of the fatherlesse.

Breake thou the arme of the wicked and malicious: searche his wickednes, and thou shalt finde none.

The Lord is King for euer and euer: the heathen are destroyed foorth of his land.

Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poore: thou preparest their heart: thou bendest thine eare to them,

To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde?

The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lordes throne is in the heauen: his eyes wil consider: his eye lids will try the children of men.

The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate.

Vpon the wicked he shall raine snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest: this is the porcion of their cup.

For the righteous Lord loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.

To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

The Lord cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.